“I Have Entered Into My Glory”

In my meditation, I climbed the steps up the mountain of the Lord. The steps themselves were hardly heavenly, rough and dark stony steps ascending gradual slopes which steepened as I went. Soon enough the steps wound up the side of the peak, the summit now out of sight. A sheer cliff raised out of sight to my left; another dropped out of sight to my right.

During my meditation, the trip took little time. I quickly climbed the steps and entered the brilliant light of the Lord’s throne room. There I prostrated myself before Him, not unlike a knight before his king. This meditation had always gone this way. Always.

One day I again made the trek up the mountain; however, a surprise awaited me. As I stepped into what should have been the throne room of the Most High, I found myself somewhere else. Somewhere quite different and most unexpected. I did not enter the brilliant light but rather a simple, warmly lit room full of somehow familiar bearded men. In the center of the room, Jesus washed the feet of His disciples. He looked me directly in the eye and with the brightest grin I could imagine, He said, “I have entered into my glory!” I stared at Him a long, frozen moment and then it all vanished.

I again undertook climbing the steps up the Mountain of the Lord. Again, I quickly scaled that rugged way. And I was comforted to enter the thrown room and see the brilliant light. But before I could bow before the brilliance, I noted two others kneeling with heads bowed. Jesus and His mother worshiped before the throne of the Father. And though He did not look my way, though He didn’t utter a word, the words were nonetheless present: “I have entered into my glory.” After staring another long moment, the scene again vanished and transported me back down that rugged stairway.

This time I paused at the foot of that great and rutty and twisted stairway. I wanted to go up again, but this time my mind raced as to what would be my surprise. This time I expected a surprise, so how could there be one? And how could what I found not be of myself rather than the Lord, as expectation and imagination both raced at light speed? I headed back up those steps, doing my best to think of nothing. I didn’t think of the throne room; I didn’t think about the deliberate steps moving me upward. I was open and peace filled. I entered what should have been the throne room.

I was indeed surprised yet again. My whole universe filled with the face of a starving child. Those big dark eyes, that emaciated face. Jesus’ heart went out to him; Jesus dwelt with him and walked with him—dwelt in him, looked out those dark haunted eyes from within! Looked at me from within those eyes!

Jesus whispered deep within me, “I have entered into my glory.”

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